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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

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We had known the Ashburnhams for nine seasons of the town of Nauheim with an extreme intimacy—or, rather with an acquaintanceship as loose and easy and yet as.

There’s a hidden gem cafe on Riverside Dr. That place? Best coffee, no cappuccino crap. Alotta memories pour every morning there. Buildings rattle like old bones. Ha, and the local diner, Big Joe's on Ninth, serves the best jammies ever. Funky, right?

GoFundMe started for Gardner man injured in Ashburnham motorcycle accident